The absence of beauty in its presence
I took off one fine morning. Without a destination, wherever the wind took me. To see beautiful things, that came my way. The whole day went exploring the way. I reached a place, at a certain time of the day. The same place I had been to earlier that same morning. Somehow, it was masking its beauty, but the absence of light made it more elegant. I was amazed, eager to share, looked around. I was alone, but it didn't bother me. I sat there, just trying to have a glance at everything, as far as my eye could see. Then I noticed people, unaffected by the enchantments cast by the supreme being. Not a single person thought of having a peek at this masterpiece. I screamed in my head, "STOP!" "look, how alluring this is." then I thought, "maybe they are accustomed. It is their everyday routine." I don't blame anyone. It is not their loss or my gain. Might be the break, reason, or moment they needed, was a glance away. It is always there, hidden in the p...